Death’s Door

As I lay in bed,

I feel it closing in.

The beat is slowing.

My eyes are further closing.

No one is here to see me off.


Do you think they knew?


That I was running out of time?


How often did they think


that I was slowly on the brink?


The corners of the room are dark and it’s closing in.


Soon I will be taken.


Where is everyone?

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